Frat Party

Our oldest son had to get surgery yesterday.  It was the first of two procedures where his doctor has to create an arch in his little flat feet.  It's not a major procedure by any means but anytime you see your baby in a gown with a hospital wristband on it all but breaks your heart.  A little before they were going to take him back, we were trying not to let him sense our worry or anxiety.  As we were high-fiving him and trying to crack some jokes, a nurse came in to give him a little cup of liquid "happy juice" to make him drowsy before they wheeled him away.  Within about ten to fifteen minutes of drinking it, our eight year old little boy, who is the most responsible and serious of our four, somehow turned into the president of a fraternity house.  Our jaws dropped as he began to giggle and make funny faces.  He took a blue hair net that they gave to him and turned it into a muppet.  He began to make it sing and dance and then turned it into a sling shot so the muppet could fly.  He started to think for a minute and then told us how cool it would be if he could wear an astronaut helmet during the surgery so he could breath better.  After a few more minutes, he put an oxygen mask up to his face and of course, began to breath like Darth Vader.
  I've always said that out of our little ones, he would be the least of our worries in college.  Now I'm not so sure.  The surgery went well and he's doing great.  We're so glad that it's over and done with.  I don't think he will remember a thing from his frat party yesterday.  We, on the other hand, will only have to wonder if one day he decides he wants to become an astronaut when he grows up...or a muppet.